Prinxiety: Once in a lifetime

Chapter 4: Hung on My Every Word

Andrew POV:

I smile a little at the question. It's funny how this guy is asking me this now when he's practically shown all this interest in me from the start. I guess I could always say no and dash his hopes and dreams. I find myself not wanting to upset him though. It's a strange feeling of being wanted. Usually people never want me to stick around. Or when they do they use me. I don't think he's that type of guy.

"I'm Demisexual, so...I guess I'm gay by your standers, or at least bi." I'd never told that to anyone before. I never felt anyone would care before. A few moments passed in silence.

"Aren't you going to ask me a question?" He asked. I blushed, luckily my hair covered it. I hope my hair covered it.

"Uh...yah, why are you so into this Disney stuff?" I asked him. I had gone through his shirts and more than half of them had some Disney logo. Looking around his house confirmed my theory that he was an absolute Disney nutcase.

He gasped dramatically and I rolled by eyes. "I like stories with daring princes rescuing damsels in distress! If you hadn't noticed, it's my calling!" He said triumphantly. I wanted to make a sarcastic remark back to the overly obsessed freak but he quickly followed up with his next question. "Why do you wear makeup?" I scowled.

"It's guy-liner, ever heard of it?" I said sharply. He looked at me unfazed and blinked slowly. I groaned and face-palmed. "I wear it so it doesn't show the bags under my eyes from my insomnia. If people saw me with no makeup they might think I am worth less of their time which I actually am. I started when some kid punched me in the face so people wouldn't ask questions." I said hugging myself.

He frowned and came over to me. "What are you doing?" I asked looking at him. He gently hugged me. It felt warm and nice. I gasped.

"Andrew?" I looked up at him, "You're turning blue! Breathe!" I hadn't noticed that I'd stopped. Apparently I had because I could feel my body scream for air. I inhaled and I felt Romans chest relax.

"What's your favorite color?" He asked after a while. I guess he gave up on waiting for me to ask him a question.

"You're getting a little too in depth there, I think you crossed the line with that question." I said and I could feel his chest vibrate as he chuckled. "Blue, like the coolest waters in a lake at night when no one is around to see it stop moving." I say licking my lips nervously. "What's yours?"

"Red, because it's the color of the sunrise or sunset of a perfect day." He responded.

"I thought it was just the pollution." He laughed and nodded happily. I pictured the sunset from atop the building I was standing on. Red was the color of the sky when he saved me. Blue was the color of his enchanted eyes. I really liked him, but something was always bothering me.

This was too perfect, I knew it wasn't going to last. I felt like I was doing something wrong. Blood pumped to my ears and I could hear my heart beat. I wondered if Roman could hear it too. I wondered if he hated me, but was doing this because he didn't want to go to jail for involuntary manslaughter from witnessing my death.

"I have to go to the bathroom." I said pushing out of his arms and hugging myself. It was cold. So very cold. Wth thoughts swirling in my head I walked over to the bathroom stiffly.

A/N

🐝 here! Hi people! This is my lovely chapter and I hoped you all enjoyed. My counterpart Poptart doesn't like cliffhangers, but I sure do! I fell in love with these characters and I how you are too-- much love!